Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 111 Roasted Sweet Potatoes

"Ruan Zhan and Han Jun were just helping to run around inside." Liu Yuan said after coming out of the prison of Dali Temple, "This mountain man Zhou Dagui may be related to the two people who stole people, but he is related to these two people." People seem to have nothing to do with each other! Then why did these two people die?"

Lin Fei didn't speak, but suddenly raised his head and looked at the open space not far ahead.

Wen Mingtang, Ji Caimai, and A Bing and Tangyuan were sitting around the "oven" where the roast duck was made, chatting over tea.

And in the "oven", a sweet aroma of sweet potatoes is pouring out from the inside.

The sweet potato is not a delicate and precious thing, it can be seen everywhere.It can be eaten as soon as it is boiled in water, or steamed on a steamer.

I heard that some villagers in the mountains will also light a fire to roast sweet potatoes, and I heard that the taste of roasted sweet potatoes is very delicious.

Liu Yuan had never eaten it before, but when he suddenly smelled it, he reacted almost subconsciously: "Roasted sweet potato?"

The few people who were chatting turned their heads and looked at them. Wen Mingtang nodded and said, "It's roasted sweet potatoes." After finishing speaking, he got up and looked into the oven. After looking at it for a while, he said, "It should be ready."

Ji Caimai at the side couldn't help stroking their beards when they saw a few people: It's better to come early than to come by coincidence. They have been waiting here for a long time, and it will be fine when these people come.

Originally, I only wanted a few people to eat, and if there were any leftovers, I would take them home.Now that people are here, I have no choice but to give them.

Those who saw it had a share, and oiled paper was prepared on the side. Wen Mingtang picked out sweet potatoes from the "oven" and wrapped them in oiled paper bags and handed them to everyone one by one.

Liu Yuan took it and yelled "hot" while impatiently blowing on it, and then bit down on it.

Wei Fu, who is quite particular about health preservation, also took one, looked at the girl who was busy in front of the 'oven', paused, and couldn't help saying: "As expected, the old saying is good! There is no shortage of food around the cook."

And this old saying?Liu Yuan gave him a blank look and said, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

Wei Fu was also frank and said with a smile, "It's made up now!"

Regardless of whether it is freshly made or not, this baked sweet potato that is scorched on the outside but soft on the inside is something they have never eaten before.

"The food I eat on weekdays is so fine, it's really rare to see such things." Liu Yuan held the roasted sweet potato, and tore a hole with his mouth, revealing the golden, soft and glutinous interior, and the dense heat. Bursting from the sweet potato, the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potato wafts into the air as the skin is torn off.

Because it just came out of the "oven", not only is it hot to hold in the hand, but it is also very hot to bite.But the baked sweet potato is probably a bit "evil", no, not only the roasted sweet potato is evil, but all the food made by Master Wen is very "evil", even if it is hot, it still makes people can't help thinking Open your mouth and bite.

While the hot "hissing" draws air, he is reluctant to spit out the tongue-burning sweet potato inside. The inside is sweet and fragrant, and the texture is soft with a hint of waxy taste. When you sip it lightly, it melts in the tongue like mud .

Not everyone is as impatient as Liu Yuan.Lin Fei took the roasted sweet potato, but didn't eat it. Instead, he held the roasted sweet potato and watched the people eating the roasted sweet potato while burning their mouths.

When everyone was almost done eating, he said to Liu Yuan, who still had no time to wipe off the yellow indentation of roasted sweet potatoes on his mouth: "Bring Zhou Dagui to Dali Temple tomorrow."

Liu Yuan nodded in response, and then Lin Fei left with the roasted sweet potato that he hadn't eaten a bite from the beginning to the end.

"Lin Shaoqing..." A Bing, who was still licking his mouth after eating, couldn't help but said, "It's a waste if you don't eat it, why don't you give it to me!"

"How do you know that Lin Shaoqing doesn't eat it?" He heard the words before finishing the last bit of roasted sweet potato glutinous rice balls in his hand, "Perhaps seeing that your face is sunken like this when you eat it, I feel that roasted sweet potatoes are so delicious. It doesn't taste good to eat, so I ran back and hid it secretly to eat!"

As soon as these words came out, even Liu Yuan, who was wiping his mouth, couldn't help nodding: "Maybe it's true! I've been waiting to come to Dali Temple for so long, and I haven't seen Lin Shaoqing eating like us, with his mouth full of embarrassment." !"

Although Shangfeng didn't talk much on weekdays, he never showed any embarrassment in front of people.

"Really?" Wen Mingtang, who was slowly peeling the sweet potatoes beside him, thought for a while and said, "But I always feel that the way he looks at the roasted sweet potatoes is not greedy, but more like thinking about something, maybe he is taking it back for his family to eat of it!"

Is this...you don't know.

After all, no one can see the people and things inside when the gates of the first-class gates of the Jingyunhou Mansion are closed.

……

Although he couldn't see it, Wen Mingtang really guessed it right this time!
After leaving Dali Temple, Lin Fei did not go back to Jingyunhou's Mansion, but went directly to the Jingguo Mansion on the opposite side.

Although Lin Fei's biological father Jing Yunhou said that he had another mansion after he became a marquis, he probably wanted to be closer to his family. When he first chose the mansion, he directly chose the vacant mansion opposite to build the mansion.

Therefore, it was only a few steps for Lin Fei to find Duke Jing.

Knocking on the door, the concierge quickly led the person in after seeing who was coming, then pointed in the direction of the main hall, and said, "Second Young Master, the Duke is in the main courtyard!"

Lin Fei nodded and said, "Take me there to see my grandfather."

When he saw Lord Yasukuni, he was sitting alone under the tree in the main courtyard, with a pot of tea beside him, but the teacup in front of him was full of tea. It fell to ashes.

Lord Yasukuni didn't care about these things, but sat there, as if lost in thought over the tea.

"Grandfather!" Lin Fei walked into the courtyard and called out.

This sound awakened Lord Yasukuni who was in a trance. He came back to his senses, looked at Lin Fei who walked in, and a gentle look flashed on his solemn face: "A Fei is here!"

Lin Fei let out a "hmm", walked up to Duke Yasukuni and sat down.

The sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes poured into Duke Yasukuni's nose. Duke Yasukuni raised his eyebrows, looked at Lin Fei who was sitting opposite, and said, "Take it out!"

Lin Fei pursed his lips, and a smile appeared on his face, which rarely showed a smile on weekdays. He took out the roasted sweet potato wrapped in oil paper from his sleeve pocket and pushed it in front of Duke Yasukuni.

Lord Yasukuni looked at the roasted sweet potato in front of him, picked it up and asked Lin Fei, "Is there a vendor on the street selling this?"

Without waiting for Lin Fei to answer, he continued to ask: "Where is the stall? How long will it be? Or is it because someone has a good eye and opened a baked sweet potato shop?"

Lin Fei looked at Lord Yasukuni who was holding a roasted sweet potato and asked questions with great interest, shaking his head, and said, "Neither of them."

When Lord Yasukuni heard the words, he couldn't help but sighed in disappointment. After tearing off the skin of the roasted sweet potato and taking a bite, he sighed, "Forget it, I'm the only one who misses the taste! Where did the roasted sweet potato come from?"

Lin Fei looked at Lord Yasukuni and paused for a moment, then said, "The cook of our Dali Temple chef made it himself."

Duke Yasukuni's expression suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)